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Watched Doctor Who last night and I loved it with the full power of flaily hands and capslock...only when I was done I realized that I had pretty much no desire to either post about it or go back and catch up on cut tags or look for discussion or anything. Increasingly this season I've felt like I'm watching a different show this season than a lot of fandom...and that is totally cool, but I like my happy bubble of joy. It is a bubble I need in my life. Fandom has absolutely zero obligation to feed that bubble, and I don't expect it to (though it is very nice when the two coincide)...I do have an obligation to myself to keep my own happy places happy, though. And sometimes that means backing away, which I think I am doing for the conclusion of this season.

<3 <3 <3 to you all, and I will return to posting Eleventy's face squee once this season settles a bit.

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More adventures living in the country, the skunk edition!

So last night I'm chilling on my porch when I hear the dogs barking all agitated like. Generally the cure for this is to call them and offer up a nice heated floor on which to stretch out and get belly rubs. Only this time they only came in long enough to let me know SOMETHING IS OUT THERE, SOMETHING WE NEED TO GET...and then they took off into the night barking again.

Five minutes later a yelp and a horrifying smell that reached me inside my house even with all the windows closed. Oh dear. More barking and a few minutes later two VERY SMELLY doggies show up on my front doorstep looking miserable. And no, I'm sure as fuck not going to let them in. They proceeded to pretty much run in circles barking miserably for the rest of the night.

They are no more happy or les smelly today, and even more unhappy because they aren't allowed in either house in their current condition. This also prompted my sister in law to tell me the tale of The Great Porcupine War of 2009. Spoiler: The porcupine won.

It is hard being a country doggie, yo.